The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1887-11-03
TWO MOTHERS.

you precisely at ilve!'
Mr.. Westbrook waved his glove back
ward toward his wife as he ran down
the steps and walked brisllly to the
street corner, there to await down.
town car.
Mrs. Westbrook stood on the steps for
a minute or two, looking bright and
trim in her plain gingham morning dress,
with its futed ruffles, and the bow of
blue ribbon at her throat, while her
white apron looked as fresh as if it had
just come from the laundry.
Just opposite, an elegant little coupe
waited at the door of brown stone
mansion-and presently a superbly
dressed lady came out, dressed in furs,
satins and velvets-Mrs. Draine, by
name---and entered it.
"She is going to the morning con-
cert at Tambusini's," thought Mrs. West
brook, as she watched the equipage
drive away. "Ah, what slavery is
fashionable lifel"
Mr.. Westbrook, however, thought
differently, as the lady in question
whirled past him, with gracious in
clination of her head, and smile that
faded almost instantly away.
II wish Katie's tastes ran little
more in that channel" said he to him
self. Katie is really getting to be a
mere domestic machine"
While he stood there, waiting for
the dilatory car, two little children ran
down the street "a boy and eir,
Willie and Eflic Draine. Mr.. West
brook knew them by sight.
They were magnifcently attircd in
frils, founccs and rich embroidery, but
they looked blue and cold, nevertheless.
"Chi!dren," said Mr. Westbrook,
"where are you going1 Where is your
nurse2'
Bridget has gone down in the kitch-
en- to talk with her beau," said Effic, in
. shrill, defiant tone.
"Does your mother allow you to go
out so, without anything on your
heads?" asked Mr.. Wcstbrook.
Mother don't care" Willie made
answer. "Mother says Go away and
don't bother me. "
"Well, never mind that" said Mr.
Westbrook, not altogether satisfied with
the testimony he was eliciting. "Go
back homo at onceH
II won't, you ugly old mani" retorted
Effie.
Mind your own business" added
Willie. "We'll go where we please"
Just then the car came along, and Mr..
Westbrook, already delayed, sprang on
the back platform and dismissed all
thought of the young rebels from his
mind.
'Katie," said he, that night, when he
had returned from business, "why is it
that you do not 60 out a little more,
like your neighbor, Mrs. Draine7"
Mrs. Westbrook laughed. She was
dressing her youngest child, a chubby
little creature, with blue eyes and hair
curling in tiny rings close to its year-old
head.
Because" said she, 81 can't do two
things at once"
''How do you mean two things at
oncc7 l don't understands"
perhaps had better have said half
a Dozen" said Mrs. Westbrook. 'Mrs.
Drainc leaves her children to the care of
servants. / could not do that. Mrs.
Draine sends them away from her when
they come with wistful looks and piteous,
tear-staincd faces. She says she has not
time to do nurses work. Oh, Charles,
do you suppose my child could ever
appeal to me in vainl"
''There is some truth and common
sense in her view of the matter" said
Mr.. Westbrook, to himself, ''but think
she could put on more style as the
saying is.''
''Katie," he continued aloud, ~ didn't
mean that to hold up Mrs. Draine as
an example in all respects. but in the
matter of appearances, don't you think
you could follow some of her ideas and
profit by them9"
''Charliel If Iwere to conduct our
household after the style of woman in
her position, you would be bankrupt in
no time Her husband can pay fer